What is your name?” she murmured.He cocked an eyebrow at her and then went back to staring at his brother. “I’m the evil one, in case you haven’t figured it out.””I wanted your name, not...

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.

I… What are you saying, Zsadist?” she stammered, even though she’d heard every word.He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a...

I love you.”Z squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t be a tragedy, Bella.

Z: “You know, this was a hell of a lot easier when you were out cold in the back of that truck.”Phury: “That was you?”Z:”You think it was Santa Claus or some shit?

I’m sorry,” he muttered. “If I… uh, hurt your feelings or something.” She glared at him. “I’m not hurt. I’m pissed off and sexually frustrated.” His head snapped back on his spine. Well… then. Okaaaaay.

And mortal terror in a female was Z’s favorite turn-on. He got off on it like most males favored crap from Victoria’s Secret.

Good? No, that didn’t go far enough. She’d made him feel… alive. Awakened.

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!